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You create such a eerie beauty in your work that is very eye-catching and moving. I'm immediately drawn to it despite its sometimes disturbing nature. Beautiful work.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you! I appreciate it very much.. (:
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I love the window effect and the hands. I admire your emotions expressed in each of your pieces and always look forward to seeing more.
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for some reason your art always knows how im feeling at the time
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aa fuck.. I see a buckle on that thin loop that keeps fading in and out.. in the window of her soul..? The room is so empty and dark.. aaa.. and the lines on her dress feel like relentless belt bruises... had to take a moment to cry.. one is too much pain and they're overlapped without mercy... it feels like her shadow is alive and trying to protect her.. darkness the only comfort.. if only it was still and quiet there...
It pains me to see her arms stiff to her sides... I use to do that as a kid and everyone thought I was being cute, but no, people.. I was fucking terrified!! If you see a kid rigid around parents, don't ignore it!!
It's kinda unrelated but I use to be so afraid of my shadow.. late at night it'd start to shift and move around and then the trees outside the window would start to wave and talk. Everything would begin to move and it was like I fell into a nightmare while wide awake.. and then in the morning mom would get mad I wouldn't come out of the blankets...
I love how much your technique has improved..! I can see it in 3D and the depth enhances the feeling of reality so much, the reality of the emotions behind it...
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"Please don't look at me right now, I'm awful." -when she was sick.
I'll do as asked, and temporarily avert.
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I wish I could stop looking.
But the images are burned into my mind.
No matter how much hands claw at my eyes I won't forget, I can't I cant.
I will forever see.
At the same time I don't want to be seen.
Don't look at this tragedy, this wreck called my life.
Don't look at this child trying to survive.
I'm sorry.
It's all I can say for this picture.
I'm so so sorry.
Stay strong my friend.
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I see an angel with a monster's hands tearing into her mind and identity. I see guilt and sickness spreading from her body seeping upward to infect her.
I see her isolated and targeted and singled out. It hurts to see her tiny stature in a state of destruction. What does she know? What can she do? This angel, I love her.
Sister, this image is heart-wrenching and communicates a seed of tragedy succinctly. I see a photo realistic fidelity to this one. It's something about the way you've achieved the photo grain. Very high quality! It's extremely strong and knocked the breath out of me as I stood in the foyer at work viewing it initially.
Excellent work Sis. This is incredibly haunting and saddening 
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This took me a bit longer to get a handle on than usual. Do correct me if I am wrong about my interpretation, but the first thing that I thought when I saw this was "seeing the light".
At first I thought those hands were covering her eyes, but the more I look at it, the more it seems like they are clawing her eyes out. They appear to be emerging from her head. Knowing what I know about you, I'm inclined to think they are representing all the years of turmoil and hurt contained within. She is facing the window like she wants to look outside; like she wants to venture out of the darkness and look upon the light, but as much as she may want to, she is unable. Perhaps because of past wounds. Perhaps because she is afraid. She has been hurt so much in the past that she is afraid that venturing forth will hurt even more. She has become blind for fear of being blinded.
Perhaps as well, she feels as if there is no truly satisfactory outlet for all she is feeling inside. She has no eyes with which to cry and no mouth with which to scream.
Though I am not in the business of divulging your personal details in a place as public as this, I sure as hell know why you are feeling this way. I... wish I could say something a bit warmer than that, but I do understand as well as I am able where these feelings come from.
Gah, I know I sound a bit... robotic here, but you know what I mean.
*bear claw bats away the hands, nestles her close*
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Reminds me of this piece: www.youtube.com/watch?v=awieHJ…
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Beautiful piece, as always
Hope you're doind well c:
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